Wisely, And Slow. They Stumble That Run

O That Men's Ears Should Be To Counsel Deaf But Not To Flattery!

Speak What We Feel, Not What We Ought To Say.

O, How Shall Summer's Honey Breath Hold Out Against The Wreckful Siege Of Battering Days, When Rocks Impregnable Are Not So Stout, Nor Gates Of Steel So Strong, But Time Decays?

O Villains, Vipers, Dogs, Easily Won To Fawn On Any Man!

'tis Not Enough To Help The Feeble Up, But To Support Them After.